Page 90 of Pucking Grey

I reach for him and kiss him deeply. I flick his tongue with mine, teasing him. “Good night.”

He doesn’t let me turn away from him. His lips are already on mine. “Maddie,” he breathes. I kiss him again. He pulls back, staring into my eyes. “Good night.”

I press my lips against his, feeling like I could kiss him for a lifetime. I whisper, “Good night, Greyson.”

He smiles again, and I’m thankful I’m already lying down. He’s so good looking yet he has no idea how that smile lights up the world. I wish he would smile more.

He leans down, exploring me with his tongue. This time he’s on top of me. I open my legs, allowing his body to lean on me. I inhale from the pleasure I feel in between my legs.

“Good night,” he says, trying to pull away. I lock him with my legs, pulling him back onto my body. It feels too good to let him go.

“Greyson,” I moan.

He leans down, brushing my hair away from my face. “Maddie.”

I inhale, loving his body against me. I can feel him hard down there, and it feels really good. It feels right.

He whispers, “You should probably get some sleep.”

I shake my head, keeping my ankles crossed around him. “I don’t want to sleep anymore.”

He gently kisses my cheek and then my temple and then my forehead and then he kisses both of my eyes. His lips touch almost every inch of my face, and it feels so good.

I grab his face. “You’re so sweet.”

He mutters, “I just really like you, Maddie.”

I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face as my body tingles. Hearing that from his mouth is like heaven. “I really like you, too,” I admit.

“We should take it slow?” he questions.

I tug him closer to me. “Slow?”

He kisses my cheek again and again. And then he’s kissing my ear and whispering into it, “You don’t want to?”

My body is coming alive at his breath in my ear. I’m panting under him. “You’re really hard,” I whisper, loving that he’s hard just for me.

“I am…” He continues to kiss me. “That doesn’t mean we have to do anything.”

When he uses his hips to press himself harder against me, I accidentally moan. And his mouth is immediately on mine, drinking in the sound. He pulls back and scolds me, “Madison.”

I lean up. “Yes, Greyson.”

He smirks, staring straight into my eyes. I search his for whatever’s going on. And I see now that I’m not the only one that’s scared. He doesn’t give it away easily, but I can tell by his hesitation.

“I don’t want to pressure you because my dick is hard,” he says.

And I laugh because I have to. “Do you think you’re the only one turned on?” I grab his hand and ask, “Do you want to feel me?”

He hesitates. “Why didn’t you sleep with Matt?”

I gulp. That’s what he’s thinking about? Matt? I reach for his face. “Because it wasn’t right with him.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says. “It’s a big deal.”

I nod. “It’s a big deal, and you aren’t going to lose me. Like I told you, I’m going to grade A cling onto you like a puck to a net, I’ll always want to be in you.”

His face scrunches. “That should be something I’m telling you.”

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